Slow moving packing up today. Luke had to be back in Duluth early so he took Brian with on his way out, news to me. Three boats, five guys and eight packs. Shit. We broke camp, and made our way to the portage to Missing Link. Ab had a few "ski straps" which we used to attach my Grumman's yoke to his Royalex after the aluminum made its way across. Better than breaking a neck. I took a pack and the Grumman all the way through and went back with the yoke. We all leap frogged and made it to Missing Link, bulldogged the boats to round and were back at the landing around one pm. A meal at the Trail center and a easy drive home.

Notes: Planning for seven is stupid. Four tops from here on out. No more friends of friends, unless well vetted before a trip. Catching lake trout is a lot of fun. Tuscarora is my new favorite lake, although the site we stayed at was pretty worn down.